Now, find the one who needs you.'Cassandra stood there working on a new painting. Her strokes on the canvas took on the form of a seacoast with a redd...sh tint to the sky. A pair of moons were rising in the background. A large hawk floated over the sea as she continued.As she painted, an alarm sounded.'All hands to battle stations, this is not a drill. I say again, all hands to battle stations, this is not a drill.'Cassandra dropped the paintbrush and was out the door before it hit the deck.. He continues licking at my clit and pussy, rubbing my juices around my little star hole before working a finger in. Working both my pussy and ass, I’m writhing in pleasure and begging through the gag for relief. He continues to work my ass, stretching my hole before shoving a well lubed ,vibrating butt plug hard and fast where his fingers had just been. He returns to licking and nibbling on my clit. I’m in sensory overdrive, humping his face harder trying to cum. He stops just before I go over. I'll admit to being a little worried going into this game. Whitehorse was pretty darn good last year, but the team we had just played wasn't the same. Not in the first quarter, anyway.I sat with the offensive line all around me on the way home, and we got to talking about things besides football. I found out that the Perry's were wheat farmers from way back, and the triplets planned on keeping it that way. They were excited about their move here, and not because of football. They were used to. They're parked over by that big RV," Amber replied as she pointed to my left.Victor looked, saw the vehicles, and took the next lane with the arrow heading that way. As they pulled up, the door on one of the Lincolns opened and a giant of a man got out."I think we found him," he said as he pulled into an empty parking spot."Damn! He's a big son of a gun," Amber added as she woke the girls.They climbed out and waited as the man walked over to them."Victor, I'm Kindle, Michelle wanted me to give.